Wednesday, December 29, 2010

The Chicken Little Syndrome

Dear God,
It is not necessary for you to put leaks in structures over my head at the end of every year.
 I will not run outside and cry, "The sky is falling The sky is falling." You know me better than that.

 Instead, I will host martini matinees and shower in the other bathroom, for as long as it takes.

Love,
me
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